When two "strangers" become brothers, their love becomes the deepest taboo of the entire family.
From South Korea to China, what we are escaping from is not our hometown, but our mutual gaze that we cannot let go. He is the elder brother, warm and sunny, and the proud son of heaven in the eyes of everyone. He is the younger brother, he is rebellious, but he is the only one who is defeated in front of him. They agreed to only be "brothers", but under the same roof, they touched and escaped again and again. When the marriage carefully arranged by the parents is put on the agenda, when the family's expectations become heavy shackles - should this love that grows wildly in a foreign soil be buried deep in the heart, or should it break free from everything and gamble on the future?
Intention: The beauty of love